Free Blood and Snow Volumes 1-4: Blood and Snow, Revenant in Training, The Vampire Christopher, Blood Soaked Promises by Rashelle Workman

pleading. Physically he desired me, but there was a hesitation, almost an insistence that I wouldn’t.
    I wavered, my fangs deciding what course I’d take.
    He sucked in his breath, and pulled me to him. His lips claimed mine. I allowed it, and returned his kiss with fervor. My lips parted at his soft, insistent movement. It was my first real kiss, and if I could’ve popped a foot, I would have. As it was I sighed, pressing my body into his firm chest.
    He groaned, and said my name. “Snow.”
    That’s when it hit me I’d kissed a guy I didn’t even know. The word easy came to mind. Oh my gosh , what’s with me? What about Gabe? I pulled away, shoving him. Mostly mad at myself.
“How dare you?” I pushed off him, working to control my jagged breathing. “I need to get out of here.”
    He stood, and came toward me, this time with confident determination. I sensed the hunter in him. It was tangible. Taking my face in his hands, he tipped my head so he had access to my neck. Like before, I watched his fangs grow. My heart beat so fast I thought it’d come out of my chest.
    When his teeth met my neck I responded eagerly. His groan urged me on, and I touched his arms, his back, and up to his hood. With a little effort, I focused on tugging it off. A laugh rumbled deep in his chest. And then I heard his voice in my mind.
    Seek out your true love. You, beautiful Snow, are the key to defeat ing the Queen.

Chapter 6
     
    I knew I was back in the girl’s bathroom even before I opened my eyes. And someone was in the bathroom with me. There was a knock on the stall door.
    “Snow, are you alright?”
    It was Dorian.
    I picked up my backpack; thankful he’d found me. Opening the door, I took in his face. Concern plastered his features. “I’m fine,” I answered, trying to reassure him. “What are you doing?” I pushed past him, and walked to a sink, casually peering at my neck in the mirror. Newly healed scars glared back.
    “I watched you go in. After ten minutes I thought I’d better make sure you weren’t drinking the blood of some poor, unsuspecting female.” His eyes gleamed with amusement.
    “D-Do you see anything on my neck,” I asked, tilting slightly.
    He shook his head. “Did… something happen again?”
    “Yes. I went into the other realm. He, The Hunter, was there.” I washed my hands, and patted a wet paper towel over my face. “I don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to be at school.”
    At my words, his eyes grew wide in mock terror, and he circled his neck with his hands. “Thirsty? Do you vant to suck my blood?” He spoke with the lively silliness of an old-fashioned vampire, but the worry in his body was evident.
    I sighed. The uncontrollable feeling vanished. “I am worried I might bite someone. Your blood pulls at my bloodlust, but not too bad,” I said impulsively. 
    His face fell. Dorian actually seemed sad. “Oh,” he stepped closer, his features changing from teasing to seriousness. “If you ever do need some. Blood, I mean. You’re welcome to mine.”
    I gasped. “Do you even know what you’re offering?” Anger flashed. How dare he tempt me? His naiveté made me want to bite him, inflict a little pain, a little reality check, but I speculated he’d enjoy it the way I had. There’s one way to find out, I thought. Professor Pops hadn’t told me not to bite humans, and Dorian offered. I decided to give my new fangs a whirl. “Come here, then,” I said.
    He gulped, and his heart picked up speed.
    “Nervous?” I asked, a smidge glad.
    “A little,” he admitted, but saw he would hold true to his word. I placed my hands on his appealing neck and pulled him down, much the same way I’d handled Christopher not too many minutes ago. Tentative, at first, I touched my lips to his neck. He let out a groan. Whether it was from fear or pleasure I didn’t know, and in the next moment I didn’t care. My fangs grew, pricking his neck.
    And the door flung opened. Dorian